s, one an Italian who murdered his wife in Italy twenty
years ago, and one a British officer that cheated at cards and had
to go, and we've got defences that'll take some negotiating. That's
the kind of man he is; smiling to cheer others when their hearts are
in their boots, stern like a commander-in-chief when he's got to
punish, and then he does it like steel; but I've seen him afterwards
in his tent with a face that looks sixty, and he's got to travel a
while yet before he's forty. None of us dares be as afraid as we
could be, because a look at him would make us so ashamed we'd have
to commit suicide. He hopes when no one else would ever hope. The
other day I went to his tent to wait for him, and I saw his Bible
open on the table. A passage was marked. It was this:

"Behold, I have taken out of thy hand the cup of trembling, even the
dregs of the cup of my fury; thou shalt no more drink it again: But
I will put it into the hand of them that afflict thee; which have
said to thy soul, Bow down, that we may go over; and thou hast laid
thy body as the ground, and as the street, to them that went over."

I'd like to see Nahoum with that cup of trembling in his hand, and
I've got an idea, too, that it will be there yet. I don't know how
it is, but I never can believe the worst will happen to the Saadat.
Reading those verses put hope into me. That's why I'm writing to
you, on the chance of this getting through by a native who is
stealing down the river with a letter from the Saadat to Nahoum, and
one to Kaid, and one to the Foreign Minister in London, and one to
your husband. If they reach the hands they're meant for, it may be
we shall pan out here yet. But there must be display of power; an
army must be sent, without delay, to show the traitors that the game
is up. Five thousand men from Cairo under a good general would do
it. Will Nahoum send them? Does Kaid, the sick man, know? I'm not
banking on Kaid. I think he's on his last legs. Unless pressure is
put on him, unless some one takes him by the throat and says: If you
don't relieve Claridge Pasha and the people with him, you will go to
the crocodiles, Nahoum won't stir. So, I am writing to you.
England can do it. The lord, your husband, can do it. England will
have a nasty stain on her flag if she sees this man go down without
a hand lifted to save him. He is worth